“Happy fortieth, Mom.”
“Thanks, Bobby. Roses—my favorites.”
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Cindy’s husband squirmed as if he needed the restroom. Face flushed and eyes ablaze, he grabbed her hand. “Remember your motorcycle lessons?” He cleared his throat.
“Y-e-s?”
“You passed, and I bought you a Cruiser too—”
“What?” She bounced up and down and flung her arms around Tom’s neck. “Where is it?”
His eyebrows twitched like poodle tails. “Don’t stand there. Hustle, hustle.”
“Bobby, come on.”
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The word limit for Motorcycle is 75 words. I used every last one.
How the Cookie Crumbles 
February 18, 2014 at 6:32 pm
Lucky Cindy….man.
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February 18, 2014 at 9:17 pm
Your kind of ride?
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February 19, 2014 at 5:59 am
Used to be. At least I was infatuated with motorcycles…. ah well. Love the idea of it for anyone!
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February 19, 2014 at 6:52 pm
Motorcycles sure are a piece of machinery. No wonder guys and gals are smitten with them: Freedom of the road and all that.
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February 19, 2014 at 8:21 pm
It’s a pull I understand. Even if I didn’t follow it.
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February 20, 2014 at 7:56 am
😀
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February 18, 2014 at 7:22 pm
What a great present! Very cool start to this one. 🙂
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February 18, 2014 at 9:16 pm
I picture a pixie sized woman in leathers on this huge machine. 🙂
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February 18, 2014 at 8:13 pm
Hope the leather gear comes with it 🙂 Cool 75 worder madam x
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February 18, 2014 at 9:11 pm
I can see her. I figure she’s about five-foot-one in leather on this huge machine. 🙂
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February 18, 2014 at 10:03 pm
Of course she is 🙂
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February 19, 2014 at 7:06 pm
No fun picturing an athletic type. 🙂 Woman tames machine. 😀
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February 18, 2014 at 9:48 pm
‘His eyebrows twitched like poodle tails’…best simile I have heard in a very long time! Love it. Do you have a poodle by any chance?
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February 19, 2014 at 7:10 pm
I am a cat person but my daughter has a new poodle since last summer. His tail hasn’t been cut. Their last poodle had a nob for a tail. You guess it. The new poddle is behind this one. Made me think of a guy with hairy brows, excited as get-out, wiggling them up and down. 🙂 You caught me out.
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February 20, 2014 at 12:12 am
I think it is great being able to pull those references out of every day life. I am such a visual person I loved that reference!
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February 20, 2014 at 7:55 am
Ha ha ha. I’ll need to remember that.
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February 18, 2014 at 10:06 pm
How did you ever come up with that. Do you have a 40 year old female friend who wants to ride motorcycles? I’ve taken to falling at the strangest times this last year. No way would I trust myself on a cycle!
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February 19, 2014 at 7:05 pm
I’m with you, Jacqui. As a matter of fact, a woman of 40-ish years WAS given a huge machine for her birthday and she was a itty-bitty thing.
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February 18, 2014 at 11:56 pm
Good job! I would be happy with the roses 🙂 Loved the poodle tails.
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February 19, 2014 at 7:00 pm
Me too. I don’t even care for diamonds anymore and a ‘ride’ like this is foreign to me. I’ve turned into a wuss. 🙂
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February 19, 2014 at 12:15 am
Fun story! Everyone needs a little adventure every now and again 🙂
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February 19, 2014 at 6:57 pm
Quality time with her hubby, I bet: freedom riders together. 🙂
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February 19, 2014 at 2:30 am
Cute story, cute bike!
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February 19, 2014 at 6:54 pm
It is kind of girly. Who would have thought I’d find a picture to suit a girl?
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February 19, 2014 at 4:21 am
I identify with this story. At the age of 62 my Son’s friends loaned me their leathers etc. and I sped around the race track with my arms around my beautiful son as he gave me the ride of my life. I loved every millisecond. Go Cindy
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February 19, 2014 at 6:53 pm
Must be a wonderful feeling if you trust your ride (and driver). I’ve become a wuss. 😦
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February 19, 2014 at 7:32 pm
Don’t believe for one minute you are a wuss…you just being sensible ;)… Forward march…
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February 19, 2014 at 7:52 pm
*whispers*
I know. I can’t be too careful. I didn’t stick it out this long to get hurled by a machine. 😉
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February 19, 2014 at 6:35 am
Now that’s a gift. Not that I ride. they scare me to death.
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February 19, 2014 at 6:51 pm
Me too. Seeing motorcycles on the highway scares me too. Nope, a car is good enough for me. At least it has sides (walls) 🙂
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February 19, 2014 at 11:44 am
I can visualize her facial expression when told about her gift. A forty-year-old giving little leaps of joy right before hugging her husband.
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February 19, 2014 at 6:44 pm
Ha ha. Yep. You got it. 😀
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February 19, 2014 at 12:12 pm
What a fun read Tess, you write these so well. I’ve had my fun times on motorcycles in the past. Weeeee……
Happy Wednesday, G
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February 19, 2014 at 6:42 pm
Hey, if you can do it, why not? Me, I’m terrified of speed now.
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February 19, 2014 at 3:17 pm
Now all you gotta do is set the next scene in an emergency room.
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February 19, 2014 at 6:41 pm
Indeed, only it’s too late for that. Had to keep that out because I fly in the face to too many teary stories.
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February 19, 2014 at 4:14 pm
Nice gift, Tess. I prefer four wheels myself, though!
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February 19, 2014 at 6:40 pm
Four wheels feel safer. I agree with your choice.
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February 20, 2014 at 7:48 am
Oh I love the eyebrows twitching like poodle tails! Wonderful Tess! Still laughing…as for the motorcycle gift, well, lucky Cindy. I think. I’m not much of a bike girl. My ex has a Fat Boy Harley. He always said he wanted one. I told him be careful what you wish for… 😉
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February 20, 2014 at 7:51 am
I wouldn’t want one of those flipping over anyone I know. They’re heavy.
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February 20, 2014 at 8:23 am
Ha!! Very…. 😉
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February 20, 2014 at 8:29 pm
😀
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February 20, 2014 at 8:31 pm
I’m not a big bike girl either. Nowadays, speed scares me. Who knew I’d end up like THIS? A wuss?
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February 21, 2014 at 10:18 am
Ha Ha! Well, that’s just the way the cookie crumbles right Tess?? And you are definitely NOT a wuss in the ways that matter 😉
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February 21, 2014 at 6:37 pm
I guess not, in the ways that matter. 😀 But then, bikes were never in my palette of life.
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February 23, 2014 at 7:10 am
Absolutely… and me neither 🙂
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February 23, 2014 at 4:01 pm
🙂
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February 20, 2014 at 10:33 am
I’ve learned there is nothing like the love of a motorcycle. But I’ve let that kind of love pass me by. Great scene though.
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February 20, 2014 at 6:07 pm
Thanks, Rebecca. Not having had a love of the machine, I can only imagine. I picture pixie-sized females taking control of a Hog or a Cruiser. More power to TH\EM. This is not, and never has been for me. 😀
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February 20, 2014 at 5:43 pm
Tess, love motorcycles. It’s been years since I’ve straddled one but in my misspent youth it happened fairly often. Back then there was little use for a helmet. Those days are gone – probably far the better for it. Nicely written.
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February 20, 2014 at 5:50 pm
Indeed. I’ve a;ways been a wuss to speed and because I’m only 5’2″ sitting one of those machines was intimidating. 🙂
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February 21, 2014 at 1:50 am
Your stories always so original, I love them!
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February 21, 2014 at 6:48 pm
Thank you for your kind words. I don’t know what to say except I like the challenge.
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February 22, 2014 at 6:35 pm
I would marry THAT man…again!
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February 22, 2014 at 6:56 pm
Don’t you KNOW it. 🙂
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February 25, 2014 at 2:49 am
Tess – I luv it. I can see those eyebrows blowing in the wind!
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February 25, 2014 at 11:35 pm
Interesting. I took a chance and it’s gone over pretty well.
Poodle tails indeed. Hee hee.
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February 26, 2014 at 1:58 pm
One adventurous Mom! Good story against the middle-aged rut cliché.
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February 26, 2014 at 3:11 pm
😀 😀 😀
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February 27, 2014 at 12:33 am
Sure. Why can’t you have a passion outside of work or motherhood?
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